Page 78 of Callum

She immediately sticks her hand out, and I smile at her obedience. It won’t save her. My fingers graze against the back of her hand as I run the tip of the blade over her open palm. Rosalind sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes glued on the blood now welling against her skin.

“Color, Rosalind.”

“Green,” she whispers, shifting her hips where they rest against her heels. My kitten has always been eager to try new things. I don’t let myself wonder if this is entirely new for her or if it’s simply new for us.

“Put your hands flat on my thighs,” I command around the sudden lump in my throat as I set the knife down beside me. Digging the blindfold out of my pocket, I hold it between us. “Yes or no?”

Rosalind’s eyes fix on the blindfold, her pupils blown wide in the soft light. “Yes, please.”

“Please?” I scoff softly, a smile trying to spread across my face. “Look who suddenly remembers how to be a good girl.”

Reaching around Rosalind’s head, I tie the ends of the blindfold together. Leaning forward brings my mouth in line with her ear, and I can’t stop myself from giving her a soft warning. “Being good won’t save you from this, kitten. You know better than to keep secrets from me.”

Rosalind nods, and I feel her hands twitching against the tops of my thighs. Sitting back, I pick the knife up again but don’t immediately touch it to Rosalind’s skin. I can feel her anticipation building, and I want her to sit in it for a moment longer. As much as I’m treating this as a punishment, we both know it will end with her coming apart for me.

When I gently drag the tip of the blade over her forearm, Rosalind gasps before letting out a breathy moan. The sound shoots straight to my cock, and I catch myself pressing harder until the knife pushes into her arm. The cut isn’t deep, but blood springs up on either side of the blade, and I watch it pool against her skin.

I let the knife drag across her arms several times, checking in after each pass that’s hard enough to cut.

“Green.” Rosalind’s voice shakes around the word, and I bite back a groan in response. Why did I avoid this before? There’s something so freeing about being in control of not only her pleasure but also her pain.

My free hand fists in her hair, tipping her head back until her throat is bared to me. “Does it hurt, Red?”

“Yes, Callum.” Rosalind shifts in my hold, her knees spreading wider between my feet.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” she admits, her throat bobbing as she swallows. “I like it, Callum.”

I let the knife hover over her collarbone, the tip dragging slowly along her sensitive skin. Rosalind groans, her head pressing further into my hand as her back bows and her hips roll.

Rosalind cries out when the tip of the blade digs into the soft skin at the base of her throat. “Please, Callum.”

“Please, what?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” I remind her, digging my fingers into the back of her head.

Rosalind shudders against my hold, sharp nails digging into the tops of my thighs. “Please.”

I pull away, ignoring her sharp inhale at the sudden loss of contact. “Take off your clothes.”

She doesn’t hesitate, quickly stripping bare for me. The sight of her kneeling at my feet in nothing but a blindfold isn’t helping my patience, but I force myself to focus. I slowly remove my clothes, taking time to fold each item into a neat stack. Rosalind twitches at every sound, anticipation coming off her in waves.

“Lay back, Red.”

Her eyebrows scrunch at the name, but she follows the direction quickly. If I weren’t so fucking desperate to be inside her, I would leave her like this—naked and wanting. I never could say no to her, though. Not really. There’s something about Rosalind that calls to the deepest, darkest parts of me, and I’m ready to let them come out to play.

Kneeling at her feet, I run the blade up the inside of her leg. There’s no pressure behind it, but Rosalind shudders all the same. I follow the knife’s progress with my mouth, kissing and licking a trail along her calf and up her thigh.

Being this close to her pussy is too much to resist, and I spread her open with my free hand. “Oh, kitten,” the words slip through my lips before I can stop them. I’m losing focus far too quickly. “You’re making such a mess.”

Rosalind whines, her hips bucking against my hold. “Please, Callum.”

“You can beg all you want, Red,” my nose runs along the inside of her thigh, breathing against the sensitive skin there. “It isn’t going to work this time.”

The knife slips through the skin just above her knee, and Rosalind arches off the ground with a sharp gasp. I don’t let her settle before I press the knife into the outside of her thigh two more times. The blade never sinks far enough to do any real damage, but the sight of her blood dripping from the knife each time is enough to have my heart racing.

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